With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with secrets close at hand. They wield their logic, a most keenest blade,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with logic as their guide, Their minds a vault of knowledge, close at hand,
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Someday, when trees have shed their leaves, And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves
By bishnu prasad2 years ago in Poets
In the absence of required kit we fear ourselves unready. We lament the missing part of it and hold ourselves unsteady. .
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Amara gripped the hilt of her sword, the only man among the Queen's elite guard. Tonight, they infiltrated the Sultan's harem.
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Poets
With stalwart heart and mind of logic keen, The ISTJ doth tread a measured pace, A soul of duty, ever to be seen In constant toil, a smile upon their face.
With stoic heart and mind of keenest sight, The ISTJ, a pillar strong and true, By duty's call they ever hold their light,
Black is surely not a colour, lacking even any hue, and death isn’t black either unless you close your eyes to back away into your bluest mind, blacking
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
Once it stood in splendid state beneath the rising sun; as such, it did but radiate with the strength of day begun. . Once it grew with luscious lust
In my great grandma's kitchen, memories abound, As she lovingly makes me cheese toast, my favorite sound. The butter sizzles, the cheese melts just right,
By Twyla2 years ago in Poets
